Skyhigh09 - Hello Poetry

The sky is the color of dishwater, The clouds never move. We all hate the darkness of winter, the endless gray. But I wonder, Do the clouds feel hurt? We find their very existence an aversion. They did nothing wrong. Can we show them any love? I can’t. But I wish I could.

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Feb 21

Feb 21, 2026 at 1:15 PM UTC

An unloved season

The sky is the color of dishwater, The clouds never move. We all hate the darkness of winter, the endless gray. But I wonder, Do the clouds feel hurt? We find their very existence an aversion. They did nothing wrong. Can we show them any love? I can’t. But I wish I could.

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I would go back in time and see you. Spend the day. You're telling me all your dreams, Reading all your words. That day I’d give you all the love you need, Make you feel seen, Make you feel real. I’d let you take my hand and show me all your places. Play your games. Let you know you aren’t alone. Let you know you aren’t all those words he said. Give you the best day of your life. I’d take you where you never got to go. Let the light in your eyes flood out and brighten the sky. Breathe in the breeze and not feel afraid. Climb that hill and show me the life in the clouds. Evening light shows them smiling down at us. I’d tell you that I see them too. You are special, but you aren’t alone. Little fingers cold and covered in dirt. When the day eventually turns to night, I’d watch you fall asleep. While you’re dreaming, No fear in your mind, Waiting for the next day, I’d cover your face and let you sleep forever. Saving you from becoming me. As my eyes grow dark, I remember a man. He was so kind. I can’t wait to wake up. To play another day.

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Feb 17

Feb 17, 2026 at 10:07 AM UTC

Best Day

I would go back in time and see you. Spend the day. You're telling me all your dreams, Reading all your words. That day I’d give you all the love you need, Make you feel seen, Make you feel real. I’d let you take my hand and show me all your places. Play your games. Let you know you aren’t alone. Let you know you aren’t all those words he said. Give you the best day of your life. I’d take you where you never got to go. Let the light in your eyes flood out and brighten the sky. Breathe in the breeze and not feel afraid. Climb that hill and show me the life in the clouds. Evening light shows them smiling down at us. I’d tell you that I see them too. You are special, but you aren’t alone. Little fingers cold and covered in dirt. When the day eventually turns to night, I’d watch you fall asleep. While you’re dreaming, No fear in your mind, Waiting for the next day, I’d cover your face and let you sleep forever. Saving you from becoming me. As my eyes grow dark, I remember a man. He was so kind. I can’t wait to wake up. To play another day.

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A knight who couldn’t save the princess, her hair just wasn’t long enough. A girl who’s still sleeping, because no one was there to give her a kiss in the dark. Dragons are always too strong. I’m still sitting here day after day, no one’s coming to break me free. Glass slippers only make you bleed as you run away. She threw herself down a hole because the mad people were up here. People’s noses don’t grow when they lie. But I grow. Growing too old for a happy ending. She gave up her gift, her family, and her world. But he didn’t stay. She’s on the beach, waiting for high tide. There’s no beauty in her beast. Only a prisoner. Only here to die. No one will guess the boy’s name. They already know hers. Too busy spinning gold that they don’t even notice when he kicks the chair. I tried to be a princess, to wear a crown on my head. The End

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Feb 16

Feb 16, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC

Fairy tale with no happy ending

A knight who couldn’t save the princess, her hair just wasn’t long enough. A girl who’s still sleeping, because no one was there to give her a kiss in the dark. Dragons are always too strong. I’m still sitting here day after day, no one’s coming to break me free. Glass slippers only make you bleed as you run away. She threw herself down a hole because the mad people were up here. People’s noses don’t grow when they lie. But I grow. Growing too old for a happy ending. She gave up her gift, her family, and her world. But he didn’t stay. She’s on the beach, waiting for high tide. There’s no beauty in her beast. Only a prisoner. Only here to die. No one will guess the boy’s name. They already know hers. Too busy spinning gold that they don’t even notice when he kicks the chair. I tried to be a princess, to wear a crown on my head. The End

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